It was a beautiful day, at the beginning of the year.
It was the day of the Women’s March.
We took the bus, we walked, we did everything but drive.
It was a great day.
We stopped at a vintage store on the way back and looked at clothing.
(I almost bought some pants to make into shorts but then I didn’t because none of them fit well.)
Then we left. And it was there.
The vintage Honda.
Outside of the vintage store.
It was magical.
It was meant to be.
I posed with it, of course.
I was wearing–
• A Papillion Black Lives Matter sweatshirt.
• An old Ralph Lauren dad denim shirt.
• J.Crew shorts. Duh.
• Some fancy – but not at all – bronzen Reeboks.
• A friend’s mother’s sunglasses that she gave me and a gay American Apparel hat.
It was a good day.
I’m not sure if anyone actually drove this Honda.
That might actually be great.
What if we didn’t drive any of the cars and just marched or took the bus?
That would also be great.